Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.